Life does turn and twist in the most unexpected ways. A reassuring hand on the shoulder turned into a burning Tobacco stick. Our ridiculous banter changed to Ed Sherman, kandisa and like I am going to lose you … in just that order and just as ritualistic as you were about looking at temples on our ride home.  

So from chattering about our day to talking about marvel and superheroes. When we broke up I would dread a ride home as would miss you terribly.. I cried in unnumerablr rides … but now i don’t choke on tears, I press a burning cigarette in my lips and suck in the void while listening to music. 


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